The New World did not happen suddenly, though it felt as if it was overnight. Steadily, exponentially, the virtual space became the norm, along with ardent hand washing, sanitizing, masking.
The feeling of listlessness has taken ahold of me; I move through the daily rhythms and habits of my life, annoyed at how cyclical and more of the same old shit each day contains. Simultaneously, stirring within me I feel the buds of curiosity, of wanting to be closer to myself rather than fading away with each inhale and exhale. In that elevated place I am untouchable, protected from the outside world and at once shielding myself from...myself. Further, I am a creature of joy, light, and find the gaiety of the quotidian. I am so many feelings and selves at once.
